“Did you find it?”
I got angry. I was still going through cupboards when she asked, if I did find it why would I be opening and closing cupboards like a spastic fool?
“I promised you I’ll find it, just go to the bedroom and relax,” I said without covering how dismissive I was being. The final place to check was the fridge, I opened its door and pulled out all the food, everything from creamed avocados to blocks of cheese were in there.
I couldn’t find it, it’s not here. I looked at the amniotic fluid and blood on the kitchen tiles, she gave birth no more than half an hour ago, where is our baby?